“Silence, Hudson.” Caelan was aware that his wolf held him responsible for the demise of his Mate and continually reminded him of this fact.
He and his wolf debated what else was known. It had persisted in this manner for over a decade, specifically twelve years. Hudson adored Amelia, while Caelan refrained from loving Daisy, a situation that Hudson found incomprehensible. “You shall not lay a hand on her upon her arrival, or I will administer wolfsbane to myself as retribution.”
“Injure only yourself,” his wolf retorted and retreated to the recesses of his mind.
What was Lydia’s location? He required a diversion. The woman exited the room in search of her, as she consistently appreciated a pleasurable encounter. Located her, seized her hand, and escorted her to their bedroom. I am inclined. Do you wish to?He enquired, simultaneously removing his shirt.
She beamed at him with bright eyes. “Certainly.”
“Assume a kneeling position,” he commanded as he removed his trousers.
She knelt, relishing the directive, approached her, seized her head, and drew it towards him. “S**k,” he commanded, and she complied without hesitation. He always did; it was satisfactory, yet he believed he had experienced superior options. After a few minutes, he forcibly removed her from him, positioned her over the couch, tore off her pants, spread her legs apart and engaged in vigorous intercourse until he reached climax. She was panting and groaning continuously. He gazed down at her subsequently.
“Oh Caelan,” she sighed, “you are so good.”
He entered the shower and stood beneath the cascading water, contemplating the possibility of engaging with her again later. His thoughts wandered; he likely would.
She was seated on the couch when he emerged from the bathroom, smiled at him and appeared content, he surmised. “I may wish to repeat that later,” he informed her, eliciting a giggle from her. The girl preferred it intense, and he complied accordingly. That is the reason she had occupied his bed for the previous two years.
Caelan was aware that everyone anticipated his decision to Mark and Mate her upon assuming control, including both her father and his own. She possessed alpha lineage, and their offspring would likely be robust; however, she was not his Fated Mate, despite her evident affection for him.
Consistently smiling at him, always willing to engage in intimate encounters, never declined his advances. Although she is not yet his Mate, he has experienced superior s****l encounters in the past. Although he could engage with Lydia numerous times each night if he desired, he had previously experienced a woman with whom he was unable to cease intimate relations, often enduring hours of her moans and cries of ecstasy as she called his name. He shook his damaged head.
He exited the room abruptly, leaving Lydia behind, convinced she had experienced superior treatment as well. She appeared to recover from s****l activity swiftly, within a minute or two, and the fragrance of her arousal dissipated immediately upon cessation. It would be different if he acknowledged the woman he was aware of. Caelan had previously been Mated to another, not his Goddess-Gifted Mate, and the s****l experience had been exceptional; however, consider the consequences of that union.
No, there would be no marking or mating of her, or any woman, she-wolf, or any being that was not his Goddess-gifted mate. Lydia had the freedom to depart whenever she wished, a fact he had reiterated on multiple occasions, particularly whenever she mentioned her desire to be his Luna. She would not assume that role. It was that straightforward.
Caelan observed as Mason, his closest companion and Beta, became fully illuminated. They were in the office of his father. Only one individual in the entire world could elicit such profound happiness and excitement in Mason: Daisy was present. He observed Mason exiting the office to greet her and heard his father call out to him to bring her directly to the office.
Caelan’s heart began to race intensely within his chest; he was about to confront her, to gaze directly at the woman, an occurrence he had never anticipated. She would have proceeded with her contracts but would have allowed Mason to handle everything, never involving her. did not wish to gaze upon her. Never. He possessed numerous painful memories of her.
“Relax.” It was his father, Ronan’s voice resonating in his mind, having detected Caelan’s elevated heart rate. “She is fine now, son, I assure you.”
Caelan remained silent; he was unwilling to encounter her. She departed from him, providing well-founded reasons, which she articulated clearly prior to her departure. To remind him of his behaviours and emotions regarding her. Nevertheless, he remained disinclined to see her.
Observed her as she entered his father’s office, exuding joy and vitality. It seemed that her time apart from him had been beneficial. Discomfort tugged at his chest. She donned a white dress adorned with diminutive blue flowers on the lower portion of the skirt, complemented by an unbuttoned blue jumper, blue heels and subtle makeup. He observed that the dress fitted her impeccably, with the skirt billowing as she walked.
Her cinnamon brown hair, previously shoulder-length, now cascaded down her back. Her pale grey eyes, when directed at him unexpectedly, had ceased to engage long before the conclusion of their relationship. He understood the reason. He was to blame.
He had not anticipated her gaze upon him, much less a smile that conveyed authentic joy, one that illuminated her eyes. He was unable to articulate his thoughts and was struggling to maintain composure in her presence. He was at a loss for words with the woman, having never anticipated encountering her again.
